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[The rogue's expectations are being upended quickly, but without much genuine fighting style he can recognize behind it all. Before he can do much about it, Tobias is pressed hard along his front, and then his back. The hard bite to his ear and stiff ridge of the cock against him pull a groan from the rogue that's as eager as it is surprised. Fuck.

No one gets behind him this easily. He holds where they are for a moment, leaning his weight suddenly into the man against him to shove them both into the wall at Toby's back. There might be a bit of head-knocking involved, but nothing that's aimed at to truly dazing or hurting. He's hoping to catch the other man off guard enough to distract the arrogance out of him. To that end, looking to taunt his captor and exact a little vengeance at the same time, the rogue rocks himself back hard into the cock trapped behind him. Mercilessly. Shamelessly.]

Man of hidden talents? [He grips at Tobias' arms, testing his strength. He's strong, but it's not a hold he can't break by any means.]

Me too. [Aloïs hooks an ankle around the back of one of Toby's calves.] Bite me and I bite back.

[As soon as he gets some small sign that the other man's attention has drifted, however slightly, he's pulling hard with his leg, throwing the arms off him, and making an attempt to flip them around. If it works, the move ends with Toby's back against the wall, one knee hard between his legs, and the rogue's bent arm sliding up the length of his chest to put some, but not a truly dangerous or threatening amount, of pressure on Tobias' neck. Pinning him.]

[Fighting with anyone who actually can is such a rarity that Toby's not at all prepared for the quick and clever maneuvers. He's easily thrown off and around by the rogue, the excited laugh Aloïs startles out of him getting cut off with an arm to his neck. This is one of his least practiced positions when it comes to the whole 'how do humans breathe like this' thing, so he throws in a cough that's not quite choked enough before forcing a deeper breath into his lungs.]

Not the kind of bite I'd go for, but I like it. [Chuckling again, he wraps an arm around Aloïs' chest and pulls the man flush against him with a little extra strength than is necessary. It's uncomfortable for his neck, but he's losing his focus for pretending to be human. If the rogue isn't paying attention to how often he's not breathing, though, he should be able to get away with it. Hopefully.

Not to be deterred by anything that isn't them finally getting to more touching and sex, he rocks his hips into the other man's and grins down at him. He doesn't throw any extra charm or allure into his features, but he's already sure he's got them both on the hook. Time to seal the deal.

Raising his free hand, he grips at Aloïs' curls and drags him in for a hard, open-mouthed kiss. As before, the hold is entirely breakable by someone with the rogue's strength, but Toby's aiming to keep control until he breaks their kiss at the edge of the other man's limits. No matter who ends up topping here, it's guaranteed to be good.]

You going to keep fighting me? [he taunts, pressing the other man's body even more into his own.] Or can we get to fucking one another?

[He's drawing panted breaths by the time Tobias releases him, and it's heady and just this side of painful. His favorite kind of buildup. The rogue's hold shifts from the other man's body to his shoulders and he grips hard, preparing to pull Tobias from the wall and manhandle him to the ground if he has to.]

Floor. [The rogue pushes the word out through the breaths he's drawing into his body through the heavy steam.] We're doing it there.

[He breaks Tobias' hold and then releases his own all at once, and backs up to give the other man enough space to get away from him, watching him with an intense gaze.]

Edited 2022-06-27 20:52 (UTC)

[He can't quite tell if the fighting is over yet, but at least now there's a push toward actual sex. Toby grins as he steps away from the wall, advancing on the other man as he catches his breath.]

Floor it is. [A beat of hesitation, and then he slips an arm around Aloïs to pull him in for another kiss as he lowers them both to the floor. He has the decency to have his ass be the one that hits the hard tiled floor, but that's all the the accommodation the rogue is getting. Before there's any chance of recovery, he tips them over, pressing the other man's back to the floor as he begins to kiss the life from him.

There's still plenty of space for throwing the vampire off - he's plenty distracted and will never be a good fighter - but if Aloïs waits for any length of time, Toby's going to take his cock in hand and get them started. And then he's only waiting until the man's fully hard and panting to turn him over the way he's eager for right now.]

[His back to the floor is the last thing the rogue wants right now, even he is very much enjoying the feeling of a hand on his cock again. It would be easy to flip this man over and to fuck him right here on the tile, satisfying, but that's not what he wants right now, either. Extra frustration calls for the need for something that'll hurt just the right amount. Pain, but on his terms.

So after pulling out of their last kiss, Aloïs does flip them over, pinning Toby down hard against the floor. This is where they're staying if he can help it, and he puts enough force into his movements and grip to pass the message along without words.

His hand, calloused, and scarred, encircles Tobias' cock at once and he gives him a few steady, purposeful pumps with his hand to prepare him.]

You're lukewarm down here. [It's strange, even if not something he dedicates much more than a passing thought to. He gives the other man another squeeze.] Guess I'm boring you if your blood's somewhere else.

[He sits himself over Tobias, composed and in control of himself despite his own arousal.]

Let's fix that. When I'm over you, [finally] pull me down with all that weird strength of yours. [Strength that someone the way he's shaped shouldn't rightly have.]

[His idea may now be out of reach without giving himself away, but Toby's not about to complain. The rogue clearly knows what he's doing, his hand and heartbeat both steady (if excited, in the latter's case) as he pushes them forward. The vampire groans eagerly, not holding anything back.]

I run-- cooler than most. S'not you, I swear. [That feels important to point out; he'll not have Aloïs thinking he's not enjoying this when he very much is.

He lets his head fall back at a sudden grip of his cock, another loud groan falling from his lips. His hands come out to rest on the rogue's hips, gripping at him but not yet pulling at him like he wants. The man's earned the chance to get him off however he pleases. Time to see how rough the man really likes things.

When he's finally ready and the other man is in position, Toby doesn't hesitate to pull him down hard. He seals them together with a speed and strength inching on inhuman. After all this foreplay and fighting, the vampire can't help himself. He presses his fingers hard into the rogue's hips, hard enough to leave a few small bruises, then reaches up to pull Aloïs to him for another kiss. He moans openly the whole time, barely remembering to let the human breathe now that his mind's completely flooded with need.

Even with Aloïs setting the pace between them, he can tell this is going to be fast. His hands will find the rogue's cock soon to help everything along, but goddammit he's going to enjoy this for a few seconds before he pushes them both over the edge.]

[It all hurts in the best and most pleasurable way: the fingers pressing bruises into his hips, the sudden drive of the cock shoving inside him. It immediately dissolves any thought or lingering frustration completely from his mind. Exactly as desired. Aloïs gasps in sharply at the feeling, but the sound doesn't get time to leave him before he's being yanked down into a kiss. It's a distracted crushing of lips on his end at first, but then he's adjusting, and shifting to seal their lips together right. He holds there for a moment, moaning into the mouth pressed against his own, his fingers digging relentlessly into the other man's shoulders, before he ends their kiss with a hard, and eager bite to Tobias' lip.

He sits up then, expression hinging on wild in its mix of determination and need. The rogue meets Tobias' gaze for a flash of a moment, and then he starts rocking, rolling, and grinding his hips down upon the other man without any warning. There's absolutely no reason to wait or hold back at all. They're going to come, and he's going to get the satisfaction of this being the end to a play-fight with a new, like-minded partner.

Even if he does run cold, he's willing to bet the other man's cock isn't lukewarm now.

As soon as he can, Aloïs is dragging blunt fingernails down Tobias' moon-pale torso, looking for purchase to steady the chaotic pleasure stirring inside, as much as trying to bring the other man with him in a heightening of the roughness of their sex.]

[It's such a treat for someone to be good at being rough with him, and Aloïs seems eager to get his hooks into him as he starts fucking him in earnest. Fingernails drag across his skin, leaving light marks across his chest. Hips slam against his eagerly, chasing after pleasure for the both of them without any worry about how the state of knees or backs. This is definitely the kind of distraction he wanted from a text he wasn't supposed to get.

True to his promise for roughness, Toby pulls his hands over the rogue's hips, back, and chest. Hard enough to bruise in some places, sharp enough to scratch in others. He thrusts his hips up to meet those slamming against his, moaning as they push each other higher with each passing second. He can't remember the last time someone met him this roughly (Dorian excepted) and it feels goddamn amazing.

After holding out for about thirty seconds, he wraps his fingers around Aloïs' cock, immediately pumping his fist over the man. Orgasms aren't far off for either of them, and the time for angling them into oblivion is now. Toby's grip is strong and hard, his strokes faster than the rogue can possibly move his hips. It's frenetic and messy, just the way sex in a steam room should be.

Some short time later - seconds? minutes? he can't tell - the vampire's reaching out with his free hand to grab hold of the other man's ass as he comes. He presses his fingers hard into soft flesh, harder than he should with a normal human, and keeps up with his fist as best he can for a few moments longer. When his body finally gives into the boneless satisfaction of afterglow, he flops back to the floor, a satisfied grin on his face.

He'll find words in a minute, after he's had his chance to simply enjoy how gloriously he just got fucked.]

[Everything is hard and fast, with Tobias meeting him each step of the way and escalating things between them. He loves a fuck hard enough to remember hours later, and every second of this is one his body will be pulling back to his awareness well into the evening. This won't be something, or someone, he forgets soon.

A particular tight grip to his side makes Aloïs shudder, and rock himself down even harder onto the eager man beneath him. This is what he needed: someone to fight or fuck away all of his tension, frustration, and everything else that doesn't do anything for the Family that he and Amelia are trying to rebuild. Tobias has done both. The ongoing realization is enough to drag a moan from the rogue's mouth.

The hand on his cock and the feeling and sounds of Tobias' forceful climax beneath him are more then enough to drag Aloïs' own orgasm from him. He comes with a groan, his hands curling hard around the other man's sides, pressing in marks, as he trembles his way through mind-numbing pleasure.

As soon as he settles, Aloïs has to lean back and catch himself on the other man's thighs. He closes his eyes for a moment as he simply basks in the afterglow and catches his breath, his extremities still tingling in an all-too familiar way.]

Fuck.

[Toby chuckles at the utterance, understanding exactly where the man is coming from. Yes, fuck indeed.]

Was a good one, [he agrees, his voice a low murmur. God, the bath after this one's going to be particularly good. He's got marks and everything! Somehow, he suspects Dorian will be pleased to inspect them when he returns to their... ugh, tent in an hour or so.

Once Aloïs has caught his breath, Toby helps him off, then slowly sits up next to the man. He leans back on his arms, exhaling a deep, satisfied sigh into the large volume of steam swirling around them. It's a good complement to the afterglow that's settled in, comfortably wrapping him in a warm, humid blanket that presses all sensations back onto him, rather than letting them make their way out into the room around them.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, he looks over at the other man, a confident smirk on his face.] Good as you were hoping for? Or better?

[Once he's settled away from the man, Aloïs shivers a bit and rubs reflexively at a tender place on his hip. The warmth of the steam all around them is a canopy of solid clouds, softening his comedown from the high of orgasm and prolonging it. Yes, he was right about the steam room. This is definitely satisfying.

He glances over at the other man when he speaks up for the second time. The smug look on Tobias' face is well-earned, in the rogue's opinion. It makes him chuckle.]

Aye. Better. [He flashes the other man a crooked smile.] Don't have a mean bone left in my body anymore.

[Which, from Tobias' recovering form, is about where the other man seems to be, too. Good.]

And now there's a real use for all those baths out there, too.

Edited 2022-06-28 00:45 (UTC)

Exactly why I suggested it. [That and hiding his cool skin. There was no guarantee this would go well, but now they can have the awkward conversation about it later! Well, maybe. That'll depend on the answer to his next question.]

Got all this started while we were both naked - think I can have another go in the future to make good on getting you off while you're still in your clothes? [Given Aloïs' response to his roughness here, he has a feeling it would go over quite well.]

[The rogue chuckles again. Tobias has some stamina, if he's ready to suggest another go right off the back of a particularly good one.

The rogue isn't complaining. Duplicity has been better than Ragneux for picking up partners for quick and easy stress relief, but only a few have been able or willing to match him in the kind of rough play he prefers. He'll happily meet this man again the next time he's feeling the same old itch suddenly in need of a good scratching.]

If you want to make me come in my pants, I'm certainly not going to say no.

[It's smart, he thinks. Leave him scratching his head a little as to what the man is planning next.]

I'll be around between the events. I'm staying in one of the tents over on the southeastern side of camp.

[Willing and living close to him for the foreseeable future. Perfect. This really couldn't have gone any better if he'd planned it.]

Don't mind if I stop by your tent some time. I'll send warning before I do. [Best not to show up wholly uninvited, especially while everyone's stuck in this weird place.

Grinning, he leans closer and wraps a hand around Aloïs' neck, dragging him for a last hard kiss.] Win something good for me, yeah? I'll have a prizes for you when you're done.

[The rogue hesitates when the man says he'll come visit him at his tent. He knows that wouldn't go over well with Amelia, even if they have been giving each other some space and allowances for figuring themselves out since their argument. Even more than usual, he feels the need to keep his mode of stress relief away from home and their work. He doesn't see any harm in something like what just happened here, but that doesn't mean it's something he wants paraded in front of Amelia's face. Especially not now.

He's about to say something to that effect, when Tobias hauls him in. Aloïs pauses, not expecting to be kissed now that they're done fucking, but he drinks in the feeling of it as the final souvenir from and bow on their encounter.]

Everything I win is going straight into my family's funds. [Sorry, Tobias.]

But send me a missive. Or I'll send you one. [Aloïs smiles, and starts to rise to his feet. He offers Toby a hand, and brings him up with a jaunty pull when the other man accepts it.] We can figure out everything else from there.

Edited 2022-06-28 01:41 (UTC)

[He chuckles as he's pulled to his feet. Was worth a shot to see if the rogue would share some sort of winnings with him. He'll still hold out a little hope in case the organizers start handing out sex toys or interesting lubricants as he's heard others whisper about; that would certainly make for a fun time.]

Yeah, I like the sound of that. [He gives the other man a genuine smile.] Whenever you're ready to be tossed around again, I'm your man.

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